Chapter 2-MATURE CONTENT

R-18 MATURE CONTENT

CLARK

"I want to talk to you... alone." I gulped as I utter those words.

He was hesitant, his reluctance written all over his face. His clenched fists trembled slightly as he glared at the man sitting behind the desk, his jaw tightening with every second of silence that passed. It was clear he wanted to argue, to fight, but the weight of the situation bore down on him like a crushing tide. He didn't have much choice, and he knew it.

His gaze softened as he turned to me, a mix of worry and helplessness etched into his features. "If anything happens or if you feel threatened, just scream as loud as you can. I'll come for you, no matter what," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, lingering for just a moment longer than usual. "Take care, sweetie," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His hands cupped my cheeks gently, his touch warm and protective, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of my face before he walked away.

With one last, reluctant glance, he turned and followed the alpha's men out of the room. I watched as the door closed behind them, the finality of the sound echoing in my ears like a heavy toll.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as the reality of the situation began to sink in. The tension in the room was almost palpable now that we were alone. My eyes cautiously flicked back to the man sitting behind the desk. His unreadable expression and imposing presence made my heart pound, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to let him see any weakness.

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. It was just the two of us now, and I had no choice but to be stand brave in front of him.

"I don't have all day, Miss Harper. Speak," he ordered.

I gulped, clearing the invisible lump in my throat before taking another deep breath. "Tell me what you want," I said bravely.

He raises his eyebrow as he is eyeing me intently. "I'm afraid you had me at my disadvantage. Will you please be a doll and explain to me what you're talking about?"

I gulped as I prepared myself for the worst. "I'm selling you myself." I finally said it.

He squinted his eyes, eyeing me intently as he was probably weighing whether I'm serious or not. He then smirked and leaned casually against his chair.

"And what exactly does that mean?" he asked. But I'm sure as hell he knows exactly what I mean. He just wanted to hear it from my mouth.

I took a deep breath. "You can have my body for one whole night in exchange for my father's debt."

He stared at me for a moment before he burst into laughter. He was laughing so hard that he was almost out of breath.

I was standing there, enduring the humiliation while watching him laugh at what I said. I clenched my fist as I endured every second of it.

After a while, he finally stopped laughing and composed himself. "You're cute. You think I need to pay three hundred thousand dollars just to sleep with a woman?"

I felt a cold bucket of water was poured down over my head. How stupid am I to think that sleeping with him for one night was enough to pay the huge amount of money?

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it. I wanted to say something, but I know there's nothing for me to say that wouldn't make me look foolish. He's right. What am I thinking?

I bit my lower lip, trying my best to come up with something, but there isn't. I blew a loud sigh of defeat. "I'm sorry for even suggesting that. How foolish of me," I said as I stared at the floor, trying my best not to raise my head and look at him.

"It was indeed foolish..." he said. I was startled when I heard the loud shrieking sound of his chair against the floor. "...but brave. I wonder how far you are willing to go with such bravery."

I gasped for air when I saw his brightly shined leather shoes as he stood in front of me. I wouldn't dare to lift my head, as I'm sure that I'll be meeting his seductive and alluring gaze. I gulped when I felt his warm fingers touch my chin. He slowly lifted my face until our eyes met.

"Tell me, Miss Harper, what are you willing to do to save your father?" he asked, his voice smooth yet commanding. His warm, minty breath fanned my face, making the air between us feel heavy and charged.

My throat went dry, and I couldn't bring myself to speak. It was as if his intense gaze had cast a spell on me, holding me captive.

"Answer me, little bunny..." he whispered, his tone both gentle and dangerously seductive.

I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath, frozen in place as the space between our faces dwindled to mere inches.

"A-anything..." I finally managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

His lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile. "Do you have any idea what I like in bed, little bunny?"

Before I could respond, his arm slipped around my waist, pulling me closer. The sudden contact sent a jolt through me as our bodies pressed together, his warmth seeping into every part of me.

"I—I don't..." I stammered, my voice faltering under the weight of the moment.

His emerald eyes seemed to darken as he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing mine just enough to tease but not quite connect. The soft touch sent shivers down my spine, his words dripping with temptation.

"I like it hard, rough, and wild, little bunny. Are you up for that?" he murmured, his voice low and provocative, each word setting my heart racing.

I felt caught in a whirlwind of emotions, his presence overwhelming and his words both thrilling and terrifying. The air between us crackled with tension, and I didn't know if I was drawn to him or if I should run as far as I could.

"I-I am," I answered, not because I'm up for it, but because I don't have much choice.

A wicked smirk curved his lush, crimson lips. "Well, then... let's find out," he said. Without warning, he spun me around, pinning my arm behind me while his other arm remained securely wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer, pressing me tightly against him. I froze, holding my breath as I became acutely aware of his growing arousal pressing against me.

"You feel that, don't you?" he murmured in a low, teasing voice near my ear. "Do you think you can handle it?"

My throat went dry, and my heart raced wildly in my chest. While I lacked experience in matters like this, I wasn't completely naïve. Even without direct knowledge, I could tell it was enough to wreck my whole body completely.

"Y-Yes," I answered, the lie trembling on my lips.

He let out a short, disbelieving chuckle. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with challenge.

Before I could process what was happening, he shoved me forward with controlled force until I was leaning against the table. He captured both my wrists in a firm grip, holding them behind my back.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, nudging my feet apart with his own in a wordless insistence.

Despite my hesitation, I was urged to follow his order as if I was under a spell. I spread my legs apart, allowing him to gain full access to my behind.

A burning desire ran through every fiber of my being when I felt his hand slowly caressing my thighs. He clearly has no intention of stopping there, as his hand continued to move until it reached my center.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I quickly bit my lower lip to prevent myself from making any more sound. My body tensed when he started rubbing my center. The thin fabric that separates the most intimate part of my body from his sinful hand was not enough to stop the fire inside that's spreading like wildfire.

"Hmmm... you seem ready," he murmured before he pushed my panty aside.

This time, I didn't manage to stop myself from moaning when he slipped his finger inside my underwear and ran it along my slit. I can't believe that he managed to arouse me despite our current circumstances.

He leaned in closer, sniffing my hair before he whispered. "You're making me insane."

Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper sliding down. My curiosity burned hotter than my common sense, and before I could stop myself, I shifted my head, turning just enough to catch a glimpse of what he was hiding beneath his pants. The sight that greeted me made my breath hitch and my heart pound wildly in my chest.

My eyes widened in panic and disbelief as I whispered to myself, There's no way I can handle that.

His low, wicked chuckle sent shivers down my spine as he leaned closer, his voice a seductive growl against my ear. "Brace yourself, little bunny," he warned, his tone dripping with sinful promise. "I'm going to f**k you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

Every muscle in my body tensed as he moved behind me, his hands firm on my hips, positioning me just the way he wanted. I felt the tip of his shaft brush against my entrance, and that small, teasing contact alone was enough to send a wave of panic crashing over me. My body trembled beneath his touch, every nerve screaming in both anticipation and dread.

"Wait!" I gasped, my voice breaking with desperation. "Wait, please, no!"

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, turning my head to look at him, my eyes wide and pleading. "I—I can't do this!" I choked out, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes.

For a moment, the room was thick with tension, the air heavy with fear and uncertainty. I was terrified that he wouldn't listen, that he'd ignore my pleas and keep going, deaf to the panic in my voice.

My heart thundered in my chest as I stared at him, waiting, bracing, unsure of what his next move might be. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating, every passing second an eternity.

Finally, he scoffed, breaking the tension. "Not that brave, huh?" His voice was cold, his words biting.

I flinched at his tone, but relief flooded through me as he stepped back, putting precious distance between us. My legs gave out beneath me, and I sank to the floor, trembling. The weight of everything—fear, shame, and the crushing reality of my situation—pressed down on me.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I—I can't do it."

His expression didn't soften. If anything, his indifference cut deeper. "It's fine," he said flatly. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting much from you. You're just a kid."

The words stung, but before I could even process them, he turned his back on me, straightening his clothes as if nothing had happened. Without another glance, he walked around the table and settled back into his chair, all business again.

"Fix yourself and leave," he said dismissively, his tone sharp and final. "I'm expecting my money by the end of the week."

I froze, his words ringing in my ears. *The end of the week?* My mind raced, panic creeping back in as the impossibility of his demand hit me. Three hundred thousand dollars. Where the hell was I supposed to find that kind of money in less than seven days?

"There's no way I can get that kind of money by the end of the week!" I burst out, desperation breaking through my fear.

He didn't even look up. He casually shrugs his shoulders, utterly unconcerned. "That's not my problem," he said coldly.

I clenched my fists, anger and frustration bubbling beneath my panic. How could he be so cruel?

He was called ruthless for a reason, said the tiny voice inside my head.

As tears pricked the corners of my eyes, I realized this was only the beginning of the nightmare. If I don't figure out a way to come up with the money—and fast—my father will end up in jail. And I'm definitely sure he wouldn't survive that awful place.

But what choice did I have?

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